The wind that had once been so comforting was now howling so loudly Scythe could hardly hear herself speak. She stumbled into the drop ship, the storm winds shoving her harshly inside.
She froze at what she saw.
"Mom, he's dying. The knife is still in his chest," Clarke said.
They were talking to the Ark. Since when had they been able to talk to the Ark?
Scythe arranged her features into a cool, indifferent expression despite the jackhammering of her heart. The Ark was no longer a billion miles away like it had seemed to be. Now, it was right on top of Scythe, crushing her down to the ground.
The voice answering Clarke's question was calming, "I'm going to talk you through it, step by step."
Abby.
Flashbacks to Abby helping her when she was arrested filled Scythe's mind. The scars on her back had never felt so pronounced. Abby was a good person, but she couldn't have done anything to alleviate Scythe's sentence.
Anyways, Scythe wouldn't have let her. After all, she had a thirteen year old daughter named Clarke to take care of. Scythe didn't want to jeopardize her future.
The drop ship began swaying and groaning and Abby's voice was cut off, "Clarke... just... find-"
Her voice mixed with static, making it impossible to hear what she was saying. Clarke panicked, "What? Raven what's wrong?'
Raven looked the radio over frantically, "It's not the radio, it's the storm!"
Hearing the radio reset, Scythe turned her head and saw Octavia carrying two large canisters. She hurried over to help her friend who gratefully handed one over to her, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear.
Scythe opened the canister, smelling the sharp smell and smiling slightly, "Monty's moonshine?"
Her best friend smirked, "Pretty sure no germ could survive it."
Scythe took a sip, the burning liquid loosening her nerves just slightly, "I love Monty."
The drop ship shifted again and they glanced towards the door. Clarke sighed, "Storm's getting worse, Monroe, close the doors."
The girl protested, "But we still have people out there."
Octavia looked to Clarke, "Monty and Jasper still aren't back yet-"
"Neither is your brother," Scythe added.
"It's okay," Clarke reassured them, "They'll find somewhere to ride it out."
Raven handed Clarke something, "One stitching needle."
Clarke nodded, "Great, I still need something to close the wound."
Octavia pointed up, "There's some wire on the second level, I used it for the tents."
"Let's see it."
"I'll help you," Scythe said and Octavia nodded.
"Stay away from the blue wires that run through the ceiling. I rigged it to the solar cells on the roof," Raven warned. She added, louder, "That means their hot! You got that?
"Yeah we got that," Scythe muttered and Raven's fiery glare rounded on her.
"Scythe you can burn yourself on whatever," she grunted.
Scythe's lip curled up in a snarl.
"Hey!" Clarke called. Raven and Scythe looked at her like scolded children and she put her hands on her hips, "Look. Whatever's happening between you, cut it out. You can go back to hating each other later, but right now we need to work together or Finn dies!"
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Scythe || Bellamy Blake
Fanfiction||COMPLETED|| She was not a hero. It wasn't because she lacked bravery or because she lacked humanity. It was because she was a weapon. Nothing less, and certainly nothing more. ~*~*~ Scythe's voice did not waiver, "There are reasons that people t...
